In the sandalwood palace, the majestic aura kept shaking and was extremely unstable, which alarmed everyone in the sect.
"It's the sandalwood warrior"
Many deacons and sect veterans of the divine religion looked at them and said in shock.
The next moment, a turquoise beam of light shot up into the sky, shaking the sky and shaking the space.
Above Shenzhou, countless eyes looked at it and were shocked. Has there been a new innate powerhouse in the Eternal Night Divine Sect
After the Tanzhu Palace, Ning Chen was immediately blown away by the sudden outburst of strange force, and immediately, the wounds increased, and the blood stained the ground.
The house leak happened to be raining overnight, the worst luck, and went to the place where it shouldn't be. The change at this moment immediately caught the attention of Zong Qianqiu and others, and they rushed over quickly.
Ning Chen got up, staggered away from the most dangerous place here, and hurried to other places.
However, before they went too far, they saw Can Feng and others blocking the way, blocking all the way.
Ning Chen knew that if he didn't go out with all his might, he would have no way to survive. He cut off the sword in his hand to gather the ice and snow, and made up for the cold front. When he moved his feet, he moved first.
"I really don't know whether to live or die, now you have a little bit of strength left"
Can Feng swung his sword to block the move, looked face to face, and fought on the sword, without falling behind.
The tiger fell on Pingyang, and the dragon roamed the shoal. Ning Chen endured the heavy feeling in his head, swung his sword to attack, and tried his best to move forward.
"It's pathetic, Lord of Fate"
Walking across the millennium, he said indifferently, "If you miss a move in chess, you will lose the whole game."
On weekdays, if the person in front of him wanted to leave, he might not be able to stop him, but now it is different.
With that palm, even the strongest of the three disasters will be injured. This person was injured but not dead, but it made him a little surprised.
However, the result is the same, a seriously injured Daxia Zhiminghou can no longer escape. At the same time, in the Haowu Palace, on the bed, Xia Ziyi, who had been in a coma for several days, became chaotic again. Not far away, Luo Fei's expression changed, and she quickly walked over, turning her palms to condense her energy, and the vast real energy was injected into her body. However, it doesn't work much
, The worsening injuries are getting worse day by day, and it has reached the time when the oil is exhausted.
After the forbidden move, the blood and energy dissipated, and it was difficult to reverse, and the whole body gradually dispersed.
The strands of snow-white in the black hair, so dazzling, the Dao Heart Demon Tribulation, perhaps, can only rest until death.
Beside the bed, Xia Xinyu watched her elder brother become weaker with each passing day, tears fell from her eyes, her heart was twisted like a knife, but she couldn't do anything.
Eternal Night Divine Sect, the enemy invaded, and the guards who heard the order came quickly in battle armor, led by a number of warriors at the peak of the ninth-rank, and they kept blocking the road ahead.
Ning Chen had no way to retreat, Can Feng and the five Shenwu Guards surrounded him, swept Qianqiu to the side, and was about to cut off the strongest wing of Daxia.
Today, it is impossible to fly if you know your fate.
"Earth Scroll"
In the face of the extreme desperation, Ning Chen was unwilling to be captured, and with a palm he shook the two gods and martial guards in front of him, swung his sword into the ground, and the scroll of the earth reappeared in the world.
The boundless sword light flew out from the earth and charged straight up. Suddenly, within a hundred meters, the sword light was infinite, like a torrent of backwards. Hundreds of thousands of divine guards suffered the most terrifying slaughter, blood spilled all over the sky, and countless casualties were caused. .
Can Feng and the five Shenwu guards forcibly blocked the move, the corners of his mouth were red, and he took a few steps back.
After the strong move, Ning Chen's consciousness was violently blurred for a while, and he resisted the feeling of fainting.
"Useless struggle, chase"
Zong Qianqiu snorted coldly, his figure flashed past, and he quickly chased after him.
Can Feng and the other five people suppressed their injuries and hurried forward.
Ning Chen, who was almost in a coma, became more and more unstable, and was only supported by a strong will to survive. He knew that once he gave up, he would never have a chance.
"kill"
There was a steady stream of oncoming guards from the divine sect, Ning Chen only relied on the last consciousness to swing his sword and move forward. I don't know how much blood is stained on the plain white clothes. There are others and my own. The strongest will to survive makes the broken sword in my hand a death sickle that harvests life. only thought
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A charming female warrior blocked the way, but only saw the sword light flashing in front of her eyes, and she no longer had any other consciousness, fell to the ground, and was no different from the countless dead guardians of the gods.
The blood-stained road reflects the cold moon in the sky. In this world where life is like a mustard, it is so difficult to live every moment. The beating heart is faster and faster, and the golden phoenix blood continues to spread. After a big week, it is even more prosperous. The strong will to survive in the desperate situation, and the rapid growth of the phoenix blood, the body that once regenerated from Nirvana is the most powerful. the world
The body closest to the bloodline of the phoenix awakened, Fengming nine days.
The last four remaining drops of phoenix blood were pulled by the golden phoenix blood in the heart and submerged in the body. Immediately, the red glow spread, the blood vessels quickly recovered, and the severely injured body was quickly repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It's just that time waits for no one, and the repeated killings cannot be tolerated for half a minute.
Ning Chen no longer knew where he had gone or where he was. The only thing he could rely on at this time was the sword that he kept waving.
The edge of the sword was icy cold to the bone, and a broken sword was stained with countless blood. At this moment, it was comparable to a weapon of a divine weapon.
The residual wind caught up, the sword light struck, stabbing the back of the heart, Ning Chen subconsciously looked back and swung the sword, with a bang, he retreated several steps, and his mouth was splashed red.
The five gods and martial guards reappeared, sealed the square, cut off the road, the blue and white battle armor array pattern lit up, blessed with different forces, and the power of the edge in the hand was only several times stronger than before.
Zong Qianqiu sneered, activated the spell, and raised the ability of six people to surround and kill to the limit. This battle will completely end the legend of fate.
There are more and more guards of the gods, and the battle at the peak of the ninth grade will gather from each hall, and cooperate with Can Feng and the five gods and guards to surround and kill the Duke of Zhiming of Xia.
The crisis of life and death is difficult to solve. At this moment, in the Tanzhu Palace, a green figure swept out, and the moment of appearance, the shadow of the water light disappeared, and the emerald green sword light drew the color of death.
The sudden change, and the return to God is already a bloody knife, and the two Shenwuwei fell to the dust and sealed their throats with a sword.
"Hold on." Tan Zhu supported Ning Chen, whose consciousness was gradually dissipating, and said solemnly.
"traitor!"
Qianqiu was furious, waved four spells and flew out, and in the rumbling of the earth, four giants of rock and soil appeared, and the giant fist slammed down, causing the earth to be shocked.
Tan Zhu's expression was dignified, and he stepped back, his figure swept away, his body was like water light, and the streamer was illusory, avoiding the death-threatening giant fist.
The water, light, and shadow show amazing abilities, the combination of speed and ingenuity, the sword can't come to the body, it is extremely subtle.
"Why!" Zong Qianqiu asked in a cold voice with murderous intent in his eyes.
"The heart of the Western Shadow never deviates from Daxia," Tan Zhu calmly said.
"It's you!"
Zong Qianqiu was stunned for a moment, and then his anger surged, his hands flipped, and his fingerprints moved. Suddenly, one after another thunderbolt fell out of nowhere, and within the Zhou Tian, it turned into an endless sea of thunder.
"Then die!"
The Lord of the Second Hall of Eternal Night, who burst out with rage, did his best for the first time, urging the animation of Tian Wu Lei, and forcefully punishing the former Wuhou of Daxia.
The third and first tribulations of the congenital, completely unequal battles, Tan Zhu stepped on the water, light and shadow, avoided the thunder, and did everything possible to win a chance for the younger generation on his back.
He was very happy to see that the younger generation had surpassed them, and the Marquis of Daxia had died in battle too much, and he could no longer watch a younger generation die in front of his eyes.
The water light phantom swept, facing the endless rage thunder, it was difficult to avoid all of them. Finally, a thunder struck above the water light, but it was not a phantom. Tan Zhu stumbled and was instantly injured.
Zong Qianqiu moved his body and stepped into the sea of thunder. With a hold of his hand, a long ge of thunder condensed appeared, with thunderous bursts of brilliance and brilliance.
Sword-geo confrontation, one-on-one battle, absolute suppression of realm, plus the interference of incantation, Tanzhu immediately fell into a disadvantage, even if Shuiguangying was exquisite and incomparable, it could not change the huge gap in realm.
A moment later, Tanzhu's right rib was swept away by the thunderous battle fighters, and blood spurted instantly, staining the battle clothes.
In order to find life, Tan Zhu was reluctant to fight and retreated. However, just as he left the sea of thunder, a cold sword light came ruthlessly and killed him.
The long-awaited sword appeared from behind, wanting to end the lives of the two generations of Wuhou before and after Daxia.
At the moment of crisis, Tan Zhu had no time to avoid it, so he grabbed the approaching sword sideways, and used his own flesh and blood to block the killing edge.
"madness"
With a cold voice from Can Feng, the sword light turned and pierced into the former's chest.
"Uh!" Tan Zhu groaned and took three steps back, blood gushing out from his left hand and heart.
"Today, none of you can leave," Zong Qianqiu said coldly.
Tan Zhu waved his sword and swayed the residual wind, his figure swept out, and fled to the outside of the Yongye Divine Sect again.
"sucker Punch"
Zong Qianqiu quickly chased after him, and behind him, Can Feng and the other three Shenwu guards caught up, not giving any chance to the two who had reached the end.
Tan Zhu covered his heart, coughing up blood constantly, but he still refused to give up, and fled forward with the young Marquis Wu on his back.
The first time we met, it wasn't even a formal meeting, but as the Great Xia Wuhou, any reason was no longer important.
Wuhou Glory is above all else at all times. Daxia Xiyinghou, Wuhou, who was destined to live under the shadow when he was enthroned, appeared in the sun for the first time today for the future of Daxia. is the last time.
The broken heart pulse kept gushing out with blood. Tan Zhu watched the first ray of morning light gradually rise in the east, and the light in his eyes was brighter than ever before.
"Senior" Ning Chen briefly regained consciousness, looked at the figure in front of him, and said hoarsely.
Tan Zhu's right hand condensed the sword finger, and Hao Yuan urged him to inject the last precious wealth of his life into the former's eyebrows, and immediately pushed the palm of his hand, sending him out thousands of feet away.
"Live"
The last command, so calm, without any words, and a brief glance, was the first and last time that the two Wuhous of different eras in Daxia faced each other directly. From now on, I hope Huang Quan will not meet. After sending out Ning Chen, Tan Zhu turned around and looked at Zong Qianqiu and the others who had caught up, with the Bi Rin sword glowing in his hand, and the horizontal sword blocking the pass.